ROLEPLAY: Runaway City 2

(Whenever you want, if Lacie's okay with it.)

(Skip to next day?)

(wanna do a two week skip? he can take her to the grocery store, since he'll trust her that much by then?)

(Okay,)

Sasha rubbed her tummy slowly, her eyes trained on the ceiling fan. Louis slept peacefully beside her, holding her gently in his arms. She had woken up early, like she always did lately, and she was now waiting for him to wake up and let her go. She was too frightened of the consequences to pull out of his grip. Weeks had passed, and there had been no change. He still terrified her, and she still didn't have the guts to do anything about it.

Louis hummed softly when he woke up to see Sasha still laying in his arms. It had surprised him the first couple of nights that she wanted to sleep with him, but he supposed she was just lonely. "Morning," he murmured to her, reaching over to gently rub her stomach. "How's the little one?"

"Fine," Sasha murmured, burrowing deeper into the blankets. She hadn't been crazy about sleeping with Louis, but she had thought it better than sleeping alone. "Are we still going out today?" she asked softly. He had promised her they would yesterday, and she had been looking forward to it.

"Mhmm," Louis replied, "I'll take you down to the base of the mountain for a little bit," he told her. Of course he'd have to blindfold her so she wouldn't be able to figure out the trail down.

"We're on a mountain," Sasha mumbled, to herself. She hadn't meant to say it out loud, but it was good to know. She pushed it to the back of her mind. "Okay, can we go out to eat?" She was sick and tired of being in that house. She just didn't have the guts to tell him that.

"If you're good afterwards," Louis told her, rubbing her stomach one last time before he sat up to go take a shower.

Sasha sat up on the bed, pulling her knees to her chest. Well, as far as she could get with her belly being so large. It was starting to grow fast, and she was almost four months already. She just wished that Dean was there to see it. She quickly got out of the bed, not wanting to think about it anymore. She followed quickly after Louis as he left the room. "W-Where are you going?" she asked. Was he leaving without her?

Louis gently squeezed her hand. "I'm only going to take a shower," Louis promised her, giving her a small grin. "Did you want to come with me?"

Sasha shook her head quickly. "Um-uh, can I sit in the bathroom though?" she asked, avoiding eye contact like she always did. The house was too big and too lonely for her to happily be alone. Besides, she always had a fear that he was brewing up some sort of plan.

"Sure," Louis replied, letting her follow him into the bathroom. He took off his shirt and tossed it in the hamper.

Sasha turned her back to Louis quickly, swallowing and looking down at her feet. She didn't want to see him naked, not again.

Louis turned on the shower and pulled off his boxers quickly before stepping in. Despite Sasha being all close, he could still tell when some things bothered her and actually tried to make those things relatively short.

Sasha turned her head a little, seeing that the shower curtain was pulled. She slowly slid into a sitting position, sliding down against the sink. She rested her chin on her knees, keeping her eyes on the curtain. "Louis?" she asked softly, wondering if he'd talk to her while he showered.

"Mhmm?" Louis replied as he lathered himself up, wondering what she wanted to talk about.

"Did you, uh--did you get a doctor for me and the baby?" Sasha asked, picking a random topic. She did want to know though. That had been a worry of hers for the last couple of weeks.

"Mhmm, there's a midwife that live's not to far from here," Louis told her, rinsing off. "She'll be helping you when the baby arrives."

"But what about a doctor, for ultrasounds and check-ups?" Sasha asked, gently rubbing her tummy again. It was a nervous habit.

"She has all that stuff too," Louis reassured, scrubbing the last of the soap off. "I'm taking you to her at the end of the month actually," he told her.

"Oh," Sasha murmured, feeling nervous. She would much rather Dean. "What about if...Dean does it for us? We could go somewhere, meet him..." She chewed on her bottom lip, waiting for him to squash the hope she had mustered.

Louis shook his head immediatly. "That's just like asking him to take you back, I'm sorry, but you won't be able to see him until the baby's born. And if you try, I have no quarl's with shooting him," he told her firmly.

Sasha held in the anger she felt and instead nodded, even though he couldn't see her because of the curtain. "What if I call him? Just for a little while...just to tell him that I love him, and that I'm okay," she said it softly though, so that Louis wouldn't get angry.

Louis decided to give her this. "I'll have to make some adjustments, but okay," he replied, "I listen to the conversation the entire time though," he told her.

Sasha choked on her own breath when he told her that. She coughed for a second, getting a hold of herself, before she spoke. "Really, you'll let me? When, now?"